This review is from 2021 and is kept here for reference. Titles, prices and availability may have changed.
Ashley Gee
Book ArchiveDarkNew AdultSuspenseMolten
Once upon a time, I was innocent — and then they destroyed me.
Left me for dead.
The boys of Havoc House don’t think I remember what they did to me.
But they’re going to pay for all of it.
People like to say that revenge is a dish best served cold. But it takes planning and patience to seek true vengeance when you’ve been wronged.
And the best revenge takes time.
You have to smile when you want to scream. Laugh, when you want to cry.
Play nice, while you dream of going for the jugular.
For that, you need boiling hot rage.
I am the cleansing fire that will burn out every bit of the evil at St. Bart’s College.
I’ll cross each of the Havoc boys off my list until I’m the last one standing. One by one, they will fall.
I’m willing to do whatever it takes to see that happen.
Even pretend to fall in love.
Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord.
But I can’t wait on heaven, so instead I’ll raise hell.
Raise Hell is the first book in a planned trilogy. It is not a standalone. May contain triggering content for some readers.
I would describe this story as dark but in a very realistic way which is disturbing in itself. It shows the sad outcome of boys who think they are untouchable and girls who fall victim to their manipulation and self-serving egos. I absolutely couldn’t put it down, through the good and the bad. Olivia’s character has gone through the worst of the worst and when “she” emerges again, all hell breaks loose. That is until Drake decides the hate he has for her is actually feelings. She tries to be strong. To stick to her plan. But both of them cannot resist the attraction that is there, even if it was born from distain. I am very curious to see where this goes in book 2!
A taste
No one else has been able to rouse this many different emotions in me. Anger. Lust. Hate. Obsession. I want to choke her into unconsciousness. And I want to fuck her hard enough that she forgets her own name.
“Did you just tear off my panties with your teeth?” He raises his head so I catch his satisfied smirk.
“I’ve always wanted to do that.”
“The fuck—”
I capture whatever protest she’s about to make with a hard and possessive kiss. My tongue forces her lips to part even further as I force it inside, tasting a tang of alcohol and something sweeter. She has no right to taste as good as she does.
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